Enjoin her and begin the initiation

You feel cold for a moment as Vernius disentangles herself from you, laying back on your bed with her legs spread in invitation in the pale night light. You watch her for a moment, struck by how real this all feels. You can see her, smell her arousal, and feel her power just by touch.

You find yourself tense, wondering to yourself if it’s really a good idea to put your dick in a being of such power. How does one exactly fuck a goddess? you think to yourself.

Vernius’s voices giggle in you, and you suddenly feel intensely hot and bothered. You can see your own breath hanging in the air, and you find your hands struggling to peel your clothes off fast enough as she lies there waiting for you.

Your cock is already throbbing with need and leaking a thin drooling trail of pre-cum as you strip down.

A moment later you are on top of her, your member hunting through her pubic hair for her folds. She grabs your head hair and pulls you down into a hot and needy kiss. You feel your upper head emptying, your mind going blank as you feel your body surrendering to a more ancient urge than the written word.

You groan loudly as your penis finds purchase, Vernius working her hips, sucking you deep into her folds with the first thrust. You feel your cock sucked into her pussy, its heat and wetness like nothing you have felt before and start to wildly buck your hips down into her. She smells and feels like pure womanhood, a deep and comforting feeling of belonging inside her now and always, of being connected to her and somehow beyond her.

Your body no longer listens to you, your tongue pressing into her mouth as hers does the same to you. You feel her legs wrap around you, locking you into place as her hands cinch around your neck. You feel intensely hot inside and out, pinning her down as her mouth and pussy sucks you in. Every sense is overwhelmed with lust for the goddess beneath you, her folds sucking down on your member, her body wrapped around yours as time falls away. All that is left is the scent of her sex, the taste of her lips, and the rocking of your hips.

You are shocked to awareness by a hot roiling sensation coming from your balls. You groan loudly in Vernius’s mouth, but any attempt to make the moment last cannot stop your mad rutting. Your pace increases, your breathing becoming more ragged, her legs locking around you tighter. Stars fill your vision, your body moving on instinct alone until you finally bottom out inside her and explode with a roar of conquest.

Your eyes pop open as you loudly grunt and feel rope after rope of cum land on your naked chest and stomach with a satisfying splat. There’s a warm and wet afterglow of the feeling of Vernius’s pussy still around your cock before it deflates, dripping juices down onto your crotch. You look around and find that you are again alone in your darkened dorm room, breathing hard and sweating profusely.

“What the fuck,” you huff aloud, still coming down from the high of your orgasm, wiping your cum against your skin. At least that part was certainly real.

You look over at your alarm clock. It reads 4:00 AM. You grumble, deciding that you probably should at least clean the jizz off of yourself before going back to sleep, lest you dirty your sheets.

You roll off your bed and fall like a sack of potatoes onto the carpet. Your body is sore all over still and you just made the poor choice to trust it to catch you. You groan loudly to yourself and stand up on unsteady legs. You take small and slow steps over to the bathroom and do your business. You wash your hands and wipe down your chest and crotch with a towel, tossing it into your hamper. You slow walk to your wardrobe and put on some sleep wear.

“Wait a―” you say, suddenly aware that you definitely did not go to sleep naked. You look over and see your clothes in a pile in front of your bed, and frown.

You slow walk past the pile and gently crawl back into your bed. You sigh, rolling over onto your side and closing your eyes to go to sleep.

Then just as you are nodding off, there’s this hot itchy sensation on the bottom of your foot. Absent-mindedly, you itch it with your other foot until it goes away.

Your brow furrows, you feel the same itchy heat returning to the bottom of your foot, and now your toe as well. It doesn’t feel like Athlete's Foot or anything you have felt before.

You scratch it again, harder this time. And again, it goes away for half a second, before returning, spreading out across both your feet.

You throw off your blanket. In the moonlight nothing looks different about them, even after sitting up. You touch your foot and it feels normal. You sigh and lie back down, rolling over.

Then you feel the heat spreading up your leg and across your fingers, slowly, inexorably. You pull your blanket back over you and try not to think too hard about it. But you feel the heat growing up your feet through your calves to your legs and across your entire hand like a hot glove. You try to ignore it harder.

The sensation of heat climbs up to your thighs and arm, then shoots up your back. You are sweating now. You feel your chest start heaving as the heat spreads over your entire torso, then down your arms and up your neck.

Your shirt is starting to soak with sweat. You feel your face go hot, really really hot, like you just shoved your face right in front of a bonfire. The heat grows more intense with every passing moment, feeling like you are being roasted alive. You throw your blanket off and it does nothing to abate the heat.

You feel yourself panting at the heat, this unbearable terrible heat. You feel your clothes become soaked with sweat, grossly sticking to your skin all over. You try to move, to wriggle away from this God damn heat but it does not help. It’s inside you, you realize, gasping for air. The heat feels like it's burning your insides, cooking you from the inside out.

You moan out at it, wiping your brow of the sweat that has accumulated there. You feel your insides boiling. Pins and needles shoot into your fingers and toes and forehead, making your eyes water and blurry.

You feel your lips crack. You feel your skin covered in bullets of sweat, accumulating through tributaries into rivers running down your skin all over. You feel your mouth go dry even as it croaks out loudly in pain to your stuffy dorm room. Uselessly moaning as you burn alive in your own bed, your arms and legs suddenly too heavy to even move. The pain is too intense. For the second time tonight, your mind goes numb from pain. You feel your eyes roll back into your head, your jaw locked tight, teeth loudly grinding against each other. The only moisture in your parched throat is the sweat that is dripping in from the corner of your mouth. You wonder if this is what Hell feels like. No, this is certainly what Hell feels like, roasting alive as if you swallowed a stomachful of red hot coals.

You are burning.

Burning.

Burning.

Burning. Burning is all you can think of. Burning alive right in your dorm room bed. Wanting it to end. Begging for it to end.

Then it ends. Like a switch has been flipped.

You suck in a big breath of beautifully cold air, your clothes very much soaked through with your sweat. Your bedspread very much soaked through with your sweat. You are laying in a puddle of your own sweat in your bed. You roll over on your side, breathing and dry-heaving as your breathing slows, steadies. You blink your eyes clear of sweat and tears, then they flutter, and close.